Diamante, jewel by the Tyrrhenian blue,
walls alive with stories painted true.
Murals bloom where ancient alleys wind,
poets, rebels, faces frozen in time.
Fiery peperoncino sets the air aflame,
September’s festival calls every name.
Sea crashes soft on cliffs of rugged grace,
a diamond sparkling in Calabria’s embrace.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Today is my birthday May 30. I am in Diamanté Italy. I decided to write a poem about it.
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